After talking to MyAnna today, I discovered the fate of Fishy - my dear house pet that I had to leave behind when I left the country. Well, it's no big surprise... Fishy jumped his tank AGAIN, (for like the 7th time in his career!), ended up in ray of sunlight on the carpet floor and dried to a fishy crisp. Poor guy. Feisty little bugger he was, always breaking out of his tank to explore the big big world. I could learn a few lessons from that brave little soul, something like: shoot big, and no matter how traumatizing the fall, you can pick yourself up, try again and still survive (just don't keep trying 7 times, I guess...)
3 comments:
Oh no!!! Poor Fishy. I will remember fondly the times we spent together.
how did he survive the 6 other times he jumped out of his tank/bowl?
He was always found in enough time to be put back in his bowl!
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